You (yes you) where walking around a forest, following the candles and burning Them out with the tip of your fingers, it was dark, the sky was filled with stars Peace never lasts, and you hear crunching of leafs, you look around…nothing, not a single trace, until you catch a glance of The mime, just there behind a tree, watching.. It never moves, at least when there’s light, it’s sharp limbs scraping the tree as it tilts it head You know it’s a ghost, a spirit of a dead mime who broke their spine during a performance…